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Every time Jasmine visited my humble house, it seemed as if the earth, was spinning into bliss as it made its rotation around the sun. Admittedly I was jaded as a journalist, and some of the stories had recently become, something of a joke on a number of levels. My neck vein popping boss, was becoming even more hardcore about content and timelines. Deep down I understood his frustration, as we were trying to compete in the digital age. Who read our newspaper online anyway? All of our revenue, which was dropping fast was from advertising than subscribers. So there I was churning at my desk, both upset and frustrated, that I had to write a story about military reports of unknown technologies witnessed by fighter pilots. Wow had we become "Coast to Coast, and would I have to interview the lady who spoke directly with the zeta aliens? As the coffee did help, I thought of something happy, despite the bottle of antacids sitting next to my computer. In the past couple of weeks I had met a wonderful, stunning Filipina transgender woman. Most associate Thai women in this category, but the exotic looks, and Asian and Spanish infusion of her was electrifying. She had made life so much better. It was so nice coming home to a delicious dinner, as she showed all the attributes I desired. Younger too and able to keep up with my mid forties, at 31 she could hold an intelligent conversation with anyone. Her knowledge alone of chemistry and physics was mind blowing, and her influence was a good one, as I was learning about concepts that previously were confusing. Knowing I'd be seeing her later that evening, allowed me to push forward, and document the experiences of F 18 hornets in the Gulf of Mexico. While I didn't put alien technology in the article, I left it up to the reader to decide, as in my thoughts it struck me as secret military weapon. We all know the government, one hand doesn't know what the other is.
After knocking out my assignment, I checked the news desk. Most people had gone home, and if necessary, I could always do the same at my residence. It's not like I was using the pressing machines to provide ink to my readers. The ride home was a disaster. Does the factory whistle blow at the same time, as lots of cars on the road. That was strange as for months, I could go above the speed limit. This would take getting used to again. Playing satellite radio made the commute better, but no doubt my blood pressure had risen.
Upon opening the door, there was the sexiest 5'7 woman I have ever seen or known. Jasmine's long dark brown hair came down, and her white dress showed her perky nipples pushing through. I couldn't help it, but get excited and started kissing her with so much fury. Yet she playfully grabbed my jaw, and said before I eat you, I want you to eat the chicken and broccoli I cooked for you. So sweet of her, and we had dinner and talked about our days. Being lost in her eyes and smile was where I always wanted to be, and the symphony of sensuality was in session. In what's left of my brain, I made a mental note to pick her up her favorite bright red roses.
After a delicious dinner, we cuddled on the couch. It felt so good to hold hands, and quickly we were kissing. Her bright red lips meshed with mine, her softness led an adrenaline rush throughout my body. I loved the rose smelling perfume she wore. It actually was a major turn on, as we angled to kiss more deeply, and soon I kissed her neck along with nibbling on her ears. She moaned, kissed me with vigor, and our eyes locked onto one another. The crinkle noises from the leather couch we're sexy, and her breath became labored. Down in her groin, I could feel her panties nearly fit over her penis. The white dress had a bump in the front.
I felt her hair, gently tugging it, our lips locked in the primal pre mating mammal style fun that was in store. Oh yes she took out her nice perky 34 C chest I felt her breasts up, then picked Jasmine up to go to the bedroom. Our tongues all all connected, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Massaging her smooth calves and thighs, was so much fun, yet she was now begging for my cock. Oh yes her tits were solid, and her shaved penis and testicles felt amazing. I deepthroated her as much as I could. Going down on her the peer pressure was incredible, and I took her hard shaved cock into my lips. Her salty and sweet penis felt so good, and I could feel her Legs turned to jerlly. Her pink underwear was tossed to the side, as my focus was on getting her as hard as I possibly could.
Before I knew it, she was blowing me. My mind must have been in the pleasure department, like it never had felt. Grunting it felt transcendent and as if gravity and pressure disappeared. We kissed more, her red fingernails sliding by my balls. I felt her up and fingered her, whispering in her ear, prepare for get boarded. Her ivory teeth formed a grin and contested nicely with her skin color. She moaned as my right index finger was inside of her, and soon she breathed heavily, saying "Oh yes Terry make me yours. " I was too happy to oblige.
The bed creaked. Her head and shoulders kept banging the wall. Oh yes taking her from behind her tiny waist and bubble butt, seeing my penis in her was right much to contain. She had put lots of my pounding her, but as usual tight as a drum. After doing her doggy style, I slid myself in her from above. She moaned, convulsed, and the sound of my cock hitting the lube inside her was a hot surprise. Eventually I had her get on top of me, so her dick and balls would be on my abdomen, and I could play with her chest at the same fime. The melting of butter feeling was eye opening, and soon I felt her balks tighten up. I touched her breasts as we kissed, and she blew her orgasm all over me. This caused even more kissing as it was a major turn on. Being inside her felt incredible, and my penis was being clamped on by her right rear end. All this pressure and tension, were released in a shot heard round the world, as Jasmine liked to taste it as she gobbled up a lot of my manly DNA. It felt like home to cuddle in her arms, and I faded to a harmonic sleep as she watched me with her loving arms.